Perfect Girl

Their hair glossy, lips pursed, the image of The Perfect Girl. How I crave to be her. The Perfect Girl, her beauty stabs me I bleed all my imperfections. The Perfect girl, her words disassemble me My limbs are flawed. The Perfect Girl She sparkles, I'm insipid From the eyes of him, I'm transparent Indefinite. A Ghost Girl. The Perfect Girl vs. The Ghost Girl There is no competition. One is glittery. The other is subdued. Glitter prevails.

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